I know you love this *** and mouse chase, this little game we play each time I demand something even bigger, more expensive, more ridiculously greedy. You cry, you beg, you try to justify why you cannot give me what I want this time and then you cave, you fall, you crumble before me, you lose, you lose like you always do and you give in. Every time, just like clockwork, you lose and I win.
